Lyrics

You were rooting through trash on the edge of downtown Scouring estate and yard sales Scavenging parts from cars abandoned in a meadow In a heavenly flash she flew in earthbound And became your holy grail It's so easy to forget she can only be viewed through a telescope Like a dispatch from the Oort cloud Into your orbit she'd sail Disrupting your world in such a spectacular show You're seized by the need to touch her somehow You want to grab her by the tail Expend all your strength and refuse to ever let go Don't aim for shooting stars Don't pine for the wandering moon Never set your sites on a comet Don't aim for shooting stars Don't pine for the wandering moon Never set your sites on a comet You're aware her path is an elliptical route You can predict without fail Yet you're so entranced by her ethereal glow You cannot catch her — that's not allowed The physics won't let you prevail You might as well snatch at flakes from of a flurry of snow Don't aim for shooting stars Don't pine for the wandering moon Never set your sites on a comet Don't aim for shooting stars Don't pine for the wandering moon Never set your sites on a comet Yes, there's a cosmic spark to her embrace Yes, her impact's made a mark you cannot erase But once she departs you must not give chase For you'll always be kept apart by silent and empty space Your meteoric rise was eclipsed by your doubt You feared like mad you'd fail It was imperative that you crash and burn, you know Feel the earth drag under your plough Thresh your wheat with a flail Steady yourself and resist the pull of tomorrow Don't aim for shooting stars Don't pine for the wandering moon Never set your sites on a comet Don't aim for shooting stars Don't pine for the wandering moon Never set your sites on a comet Don't aim for shooting stars Don't pine for the wandering moon Never set your sites on a comet
Writer(s): Eric George Phillips Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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